Aaaaaargh!
What a way to start a new week.
TJ has gone back to absolutely defying me in every aspect. I just can't seem to get anything right.
He went to school today and was fine this morning but since he has come home he has been a nightmare.
Even walking back he was angry. He didn't care if it was raining, he didn't care his coat wasn't done up. His hands were cold - which was obviously my fault. He got home soaked and then stood in the doorway and blamed me for his being wet through.
I took him upstairs to change - but he refused to undo his shirt buttons. I had to do them as his shirt was too wet and his hands were too cold.
Thne he threw his lunchbox at me, followed by his schoolbag.
I picked up his tie from the floor. The same tie that Lea had used last year but now it had been ripped apart - completely destroyed.
"How did this happen?' I demanded. I was met with the infuriatingly annoying 'shrug of the shoulders'.
"I want to know how this happened!" I was getting angry but trying to remain patient.
"I was someone in after school club," came the reply.
"You haven't been to after school club! You are at home!" I think even the logic of this had escaped him.
"Then it happened when I took it off.'
"How, how can simply taking off your tie rip it up?" I was trying my best to stay calm.
"I don't know - its just a rubbish tie."
I know the adoption counsellors are screaming 'attachment' at me and telling me he is angry with himself and I know that he wants me to shout at him, that he wants me to get so angry I could spank him (I don't) but he seems to want to push me there at the moment. I also know that for him this will vindicate everything he knows about 'parents' - they get cross and are mean to their children - and at the same time this will re-inforce his own low self esteem and feelings that he is only worthy to be shouted at.
I know all that - so why do I still want to put him over my knee? After all it didn't do me any harm... or did it? I guess the jury is out.
So I have sent him to practise his piano, then we will do his reading... but there will be no TV or computer games and if we can't mend his tie then he will be buying a new one tomorrow with his pocket money.
Perhaps if he keeps getting into trouble I can keep sending him into his room with only his piano for company. In years to come he will be on TV after starring in the Last Night of The Proms - bemoaning his awful parents who made him practise whenever he was naughty... and how the only good thing that came out of his life was his piano playing career. (I watched the Liberace movie the other week - the parallels are there!)
Mind you, on Saturday instead of watching 'X Factor' TJ actually did want to watch the Proms and sat through it all asking what the different instruments were and who was playing what - that was quite something to watch and I thought we had bonded a bit... oh well...
So he is playing waltz on his keyboard and the logical 'consequences' side of my brain have been satisfied... but the emotional 'angry' side of my brain also needs placating.... so rather than 'getting the strap out (as my Dad often threatened but never did) I have made a cup of tea and am telling you!
This isnt a blog - its therapy!!!!!!!!
What a way to start a new week.
TJ has gone back to absolutely defying me in every aspect. I just can't seem to get anything right.
He went to school today and was fine this morning but since he has come home he has been a nightmare.
Even walking back he was angry. He didn't care if it was raining, he didn't care his coat wasn't done up. His hands were cold - which was obviously my fault. He got home soaked and then stood in the doorway and blamed me for his being wet through.
I took him upstairs to change - but he refused to undo his shirt buttons. I had to do them as his shirt was too wet and his hands were too cold.
Thne he threw his lunchbox at me, followed by his schoolbag.
I picked up his tie from the floor. The same tie that Lea had used last year but now it had been ripped apart - completely destroyed.
"How did this happen?' I demanded. I was met with the infuriatingly annoying 'shrug of the shoulders'.
"I want to know how this happened!" I was getting angry but trying to remain patient.
"I was someone in after school club," came the reply.
"You haven't been to after school club! You are at home!" I think even the logic of this had escaped him.
"Then it happened when I took it off.'
"How, how can simply taking off your tie rip it up?" I was trying my best to stay calm.
"I don't know - its just a rubbish tie."
I know the adoption counsellors are screaming 'attachment' at me and telling me he is angry with himself and I know that he wants me to shout at him, that he wants me to get so angry I could spank him (I don't) but he seems to want to push me there at the moment. I also know that for him this will vindicate everything he knows about 'parents' - they get cross and are mean to their children - and at the same time this will re-inforce his own low self esteem and feelings that he is only worthy to be shouted at.
I know all that - so why do I still want to put him over my knee? After all it didn't do me any harm... or did it? I guess the jury is out.
So I have sent him to practise his piano, then we will do his reading... but there will be no TV or computer games and if we can't mend his tie then he will be buying a new one tomorrow with his pocket money.
Perhaps if he keeps getting into trouble I can keep sending him into his room with only his piano for company. In years to come he will be on TV after starring in the Last Night of The Proms - bemoaning his awful parents who made him practise whenever he was naughty... and how the only good thing that came out of his life was his piano playing career. (I watched the Liberace movie the other week - the parallels are there!)
Mind you, on Saturday instead of watching 'X Factor' TJ actually did want to watch the Proms and sat through it all asking what the different instruments were and who was playing what - that was quite something to watch and I thought we had bonded a bit... oh well...
So he is playing waltz on his keyboard and the logical 'consequences' side of my brain have been satisfied... but the emotional 'angry' side of my brain also needs placating.... so rather than 'getting the strap out (as my Dad often threatened but never did) I have made a cup of tea and am telling you!
This isnt a blog - its therapy!!!!!!!!
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